In midair.
Tang Hao, who had intended to take advantage of the old monster's weakness and smash his head apart with his massive hammer, suddenly froze.
He held the Clear Sky Hammer high, his body poised to unleash all his strength.
Yet his eyes were fixed on that eerily divided face below.
He hung frozen in midair like a figure sculpted from clay or carved from wood.
"How is that possible?!"
Tang Hao's heart clenched violently, and towering waves surged through his mind.
The half of that face that had regained its imposing dignity was both familiar and unfamiliar to him!
The portrait hanging in the sect's ancestral hall, the statue standing in the forbidden grounds behind the mountain.
Those brows and eyes,
That silhouette,
And that unrivaled, domineering aura unique to the Clear Sky lineage!
This was his grandfather, who had been missing for who knew how many years!
Tang Chen!
The Peerless Douluo who had once led the Clear Sky Sect to its pinnacle as the world's foremost sect, renowned as invincible on land!
Tang Hao's arm remained stiff in midair, holding the Clear Sky Hammer aloft and trembling slightly.
For a moment, he could neither advance nor retreat.
His usually cold, resolute face was now filled with bewilderment and helplessness.
What on earth was going on?
How had Grandpa Tang Chen, whose might had shaken the world, become that vile, disgusting Slaughter King who drank human blood?
How had he fallen so far as to become the ruler of that sunless underground world?
Tang Hao could not make sense of it. His mind was a complete mess.
Looking down at the man struggling in agony, half his face grotesquely contorted, Tang Hao swallowed with difficulty.
Tentatively, he called out in a slightly trembling voice.
"Grandpa...?"
That single